Taste of a First Kiss

"Snow," she says as she tilts her head up to watch these soft flakes of snow falling in graceful, lazy swirls. She releases his hand and runs ahead of him, her boots crunching a trail on the path. She turns several yards away, spreads her arms open wide, thrusts her head back to stick out her tongue while she waits for a soft snowflake to fall onto her heated palate.. not knowing that he was watching her.

He admires the long stretch of her tilted neck and begins to walk towards her slowly. He reaches out and traces her throat with a single gloved finger when his eyes meets hers. She giggles, her head back still, waiting for a taste of soft snowflake. He is distracted and mildly aroused at the vibration of her laughter under his hand, her throat caressed by his fingers... Without any hesitation, he lowers his head to kiss the only free flesh on her body besides her face.

This is their first kiss... his lips on her neck.

She closes her eyes, hands and arms lifting to embrace him, urging him to come closer to her. The snow still dancing in random patterns and falling around them with a heavier intent. They are surrounded by a veil of sheer white... two silhouettes against a background of trees. Deep woods. Twilight creeps in, splaying its fingers around and engulfing the two silhouettes in its harmless darkness.

Aromatic smoke wafts through the late afternoon air, reminding them of a warmer spot where friends and family are gathered at the hearth. However, they would rather be here...

His kiss travels from her graceful neck to her luscious mouth; she meets his tongue, the wanting of snowflakes long forgotten, preferring heated passion to cold singular configuration of ice. Same unique energy in a different form.

They grope awkwardly through thick layers of wool and clothing creating division between them. His hands on her face feel foreign as she tugs at his gloves silently. He regards her without a word and begins to pull them off, stuffing them into his coat pocket and replacing soft leather touches with cooling palm flesh.

Their breath creates steam spirals in the air around them... she laughs as his glasses become fogged so she lifts them off his face, adding them to the pocket where the gloves are stashed.

The kiss is not enough. The space between them due to heavy layers of clothing is now a nuisance. Regardless of how body is pressed to body, there is no degree of satisfaction from either of them. His kiss becomes deeper. Her needful urgings a mere whisper of hands on the texture of his coat.

With a sigh, she steps back and begins to unzip the front of her parka. She opens it while stepping forward again and reaches for his hands. He tilts his head as she pulls him towards her. His eyes questions hers. She just shakes her head, placing the tip of her nose against his and lifts his hands to her body, under her sweater and on the warmth of her waist.

They both smile, kissing sweetly... softly still. Mouth on mouth, his thumbs tracing circles on her rib cage, his hands kneading the flesh of her back... tender circles in slow upwards rhythm where each thumb pushes up her bra, seeking to find the softer skin above.

The cold breeze flows up and around them into the sacred space of their fondling spawning tingles with the chill of minus degree weather. Her nipples erect from his touch. He cups each of her breasts, his hot breath promising to give her more than the taste of a snowflake between each trembling kiss...

He whispers, "Come on. Let's go home."